Chapter 161: Heart-pounding Massage Season 3
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 161: Heart-pounding Massage Season 3
Miyuki, who had been so troubled, got better with each passing day.
Two days later, she had almost returned to her usual self.
Of course, she was still a little subdued, but it was a relief to see a glimpse of the old, energetic Miyuki.
“Matsuda-kun! Come over here and help me!”
Having just finished my shower, I heard Miyuki’s voice from the front gate and went out onto the veranda.
In the distance, I could see her carrying a large, rectangular box... and from the way she was struggling, it was obviously heavy.
I helped her carry the box inside and asked.
“What’s this?”
“A delivery. It just arrived.”
“A delivery?”
“Yeah. The kotatsu I ordered.”
You ordered a kotatsu? To put in our house?
Buying something without even telling me... You really do whatever you want.
Which makes me like it even more. It’s like you’re becoming more like me.
“If you were going to buy one, you should have discussed it with me... Why’d you order it by yourself?”
“I was going to, but... I found a good one and the time deal was about to end, so I just ordered it.”
I’ll admit, a time deal is hard to resist.
“What about the blanket?”
“I didn’t order one separately. I’m going to bring one from my house. Let’s assemble it later.”
“Why? I can do it beforehand. I’ll just leave the top off until we put the blanket on...”
“Let’s do it together.”
At Miyuki’s firm tone, I meekly averted my gaze and replied.
“Okay.”
“Let’s invite Tetsuya-kun over during winter break and study together again.”
Do we really have to invite him?
I hate the idea of the air filtered through that bastard’s lungs entering my house.
Still... I guess I can tolerate it, considering I’ll be able to do secret things with Miyuki under the kotatsu blanket without Tetsuya knowing.
“Alright.”
After helping me move the box to the storage room, Miyuki put on her coat.
“Let’s go now. Mom said to hurry.”
“Okay.”
I was currently about to intrude on Miyuki’s family dinner.
Not by my own will, of course, but by Miyuki’s.
Was she satisfied seeing me obediently put on a knit sweater and a coat?
A gentle curve formed in Miyuki’s eyes.
She seemed pleased that I’d stopped arguing about most things ever since she agreed to the threesome.
If this is what it takes to make Miyuki happy, then I’ll do it as much as she wants.
Go ahead, wrap me around your little finger. I’m always ready.
* * *
The next day, during club activities.
Tetsuya and I were in the coach’s office, listening to Goro and Renka explain the winter competition.
“There are official standards for the length and weight of the shinai used in competitions. I heard Renka helped you purchase your practice shinai. In that case, there shouldn’t be any issues, but bring them tomorrow and show them to me and Renka. We need to check for any damage.”
At the words of Goro, who wore a pair of ill-fitting glasses, Tetsuya smiled brightly and answered.
“Understood.”
“You don’t have to use your personal shinai; you can use one from the club room. Just choose one that feels comfortable in your hands... Next is positions, which Renka will explain.”
Goro gave Renka a small nod. She brought a hand to her mouth, cleared her throat a couple of times, and spoke.
“As you both know, a five-person team is divided into Vanguard, Second-in-Line, Center, Vice-Captain, and Captain, in that order. We’re thinking of putting you two as Vanguard and Second-in-Line. Matsuda as Vanguard, Miura as Second-in-Line... like that.”
It was the arrangement I had expected.
They probably want me, with my aggressive, high-stance style, to go out as the Vanguard and seize the momentum of the match.
As for Tetsuya, his strength is his tenacious style of play, so he’d be perfect for maintaining the flow I create.
The only unsettling thing was that the first and second people to compete would be me and Tetsuya... in other words, two first-years.
Tetsuya and I were the only first-years participating in the team competition.
No matter how talented we were, we lacked experience. It would have been better to split us up, placing us at Second-in-Line and Vice-Captain... or have one of us compete in the individual tournament instead.
If the Vanguard and Second-in-Line both lose their matches, it won’t be easy to regain momentum...
I heard the men’s team results weren’t great, so does this decision mean they aren’t expecting much?
No, perhaps Goro and Renka simply believe in our talent.
Whatever the case, it was a much better direction than ignoring the first-years who wanted to participate just for the sake of immediate results.
Though, I was only participating half-heartedly.
“The positions aren’t set in stone. We’ll decide after consulting with the others, so just keep that in mind. Matsuda, you should learn a lot from Chinami. Miura, I’ll be teaching you intensively along with the others participating in the individual matches. If you have any questions, even after club activities are over, feel free to contact me and ask anytime. Got it?”
“Yes, Captain!”
Tetsuya’s energetic tone hardened with fighting spirit.
Just as you’d expect from a clueless fucking bastard, his voice was loud.
“Yes.”
In contrast to him, my reply was concise. After listening to the rest of the explanation about positions, I headed out.
I then approached Chinami in the laundry room. She was staring intently at the top-loading washing machine, and I poked her in the back of the neck.
“Hngh!?”
Chinami jumped, her reaction intense.
Caught off guard with an erogenous zone pressed, she shivered once before turning around.
Then, she placed her hands on her hips and puffed out her cheeks.
“Junior...! Right now...”
“What was I doing, you ask?”
“...Yes.”
“I just suddenly felt like touching you.”
“Hmm...! Couldn’t you have touched somewhere else?”
What, were you hoping I’d touch your butt?
I’ll do that next time.
“Sorry. But what were you doing?”
“I was checking to see if my uniform pants were washing properly.”
“It must be full of suds. Can you even see anything?”
“Of course not. But I thought I might be able to see it if I tried hard enough. Did you hear the explanation about the team competition?”
I thought I might be able to see it if I tried hard enough... That’s just like the quirky Chinami.
“Yes. They said I’ll likely be the Vanguard.”
“I knew it. There’s no one better suited for Vanguard than you, Junior. For the record, I’m a Vanguard too. They say the student resembles the master... This situation fits that saying perfectly.”
“You’re the Vanguard, senpai?”
“Yes.”
Planning to melt the opponent with cuteness? A good strategy.
“Why? Do you think it’s a bad idea?”
“Not at all. I’ll be cheering for you.”
“Mufufu... Starting today, I’ll have to teach you special training and how to manage a match. I’ll drill the entire vanguard mindset into your head. Let’s run together toward my dependable junior’s first victory in an official tournament.”
“Understood. By the way, are you free today?”
“Mmm? Why?”
“Why do you think? I’m going to give you a massage.”
“Ah...! I was just feeling a bit stiff... Perfect.”
Her face showed no sign of knowing my ulterior motives.
It’s not going to end with just a massage today.
Given Chinami’s personality, there’s a risk of failure, but I have to push the process as far as I can and try to initiate a physical relationship.
Should I start warming her up a little now? I should probably stop before Renka comes to interfere.
Having made up my mind, I placed a hand on the small of the back of a rather shy-looking Chinami.
“Shall we check right now to see where you’re the most stiff?”
“Um... my legs are a little sore from exploring restaurants with Renka yesterday, but it’s bearable...”
“Your legs? Here?”
Before Chinami could even finish her sentence, I grabbed her thigh.
As my hand caressed her inner thigh, Chinami flinched, her voice becoming smaller than a mosquito’s.
“N-Not there... my calf... is what I meant...”
“Your adductor muscles seem a little tight, too.”
“...Do they...?”
“Yes. Let me loosen them up for a bit. Could you spread your legs a little?”
“L-Like this...?”
“A little more. That’s right. Stay still.”
Confirming there was enough space between her thighs for a fist to fit through, I crouched down and began to gently massage the area around Chinami’s adductor muscles.
As my hands moved up and down, I subtly tapped the plump mound between her crotch with the edge of my hand.
“Mmph...!”
Letting out her unique gasp, Chinami rose slightly onto her tiptoes.
The first joints of her well-formed toes turned white under the pressure, a sight that was, for some reason, incredibly seductive, causing blood to rush to my lower body.
Have I actually developed that toe fetish I thought about before?
For someone so short, her toes are long and shapely. I bet a footjob from her would feel amazing.
But it doesn’t really fit Chinami’s image... That’s a bit of a concern.
“Junior... I think they’re all loosened up now...”
Chinami said, glancing at the firmly shut laundry room door.
I shook my head resolutely and retorted.
“No. It’s still tense.”
“I-It feels like it’s getting even more tense...”
“Just relax. You must be tense since it’s been a while, right? Now...”
Pat. Pat.
As I soothed Chinami with a gentle voice and patted her bottom, she let out a small cough, "Hhmm..." Her heels gradually lowered until they were flat on the floor.
“Good girl. It’s starting to loosen up now, right?”
“...I’m not sure...”
Chinami’s face was bright red.
Her expression, full of an embarrassment I hadn’t seen in a while... I love it.
I also like the peach scent of the fabric softener wafting from her uniform.
-Chinami...? Are you in the laundry room...?
Renka’s interruption, right on cue.
Catching her faint, anxious-sounding voice, I straightened my knees and stood up, stroking the back of Chinami, who was holding her arms tightly against her waist.
“Can you wait for me for a bit after club activities today? Just for about 10 minutes.”
“...Yesss...”